Monday, March 3, 2008

My Lucky Number 238

I’m coming up on my 65th birthday this week. Funny, when I started dreaming of life I never actually dreamed of this moment in time. Thanks to Medicare and all the mailings that arrive for this mile stone moment in life I’ve been thinking of this for months. Feeling a slight disconnect to my youth as our grandchildren gaze upon family photos from the 70’s & 80”s and recognize everyone but grandma and the dog. The dog died people but that’s me and I’m still here. I gathered photos of myself at all ages. Laying them side by side it’s rather startling. I wound up selecting a few from my childhood then adding one from each decade. Suddenly life was pretty short. If, in a perfect world, one had 10 decades to live I’ve already used 6½ of them. It’s too late for a do over and frankly I don’t have the energy. It just might be prudent to enjoy what God has given me and stop fighting so hard to improve it. How did those 900 year old people in Biblical days deal with the crinkled, brown speckled, parched skin look? Oh, pardon me, I digress.

This is about my lucky number 238. Odd I know but it happens to be my address from when I was a kid. I use to think of the bad things that happened to me when I was a kid and feel sorry for myself. Poor little thing I would think. A couple of decades ago a pastor friend encouraged me to see my pain through God’s eyes. I began to realize all the trials and any suffering was in fact my strength. Endurance and perseverance built into me by God. Only God can see a whole life and only God can build a ship that will survive the stormy seas of life. God built me after he created me in my mother’s womb. So now I look back at my start in life and see the goodness of the Lord. I see the numbers on my house and it reads 238 – pretty lucky huh? I have a Scripture verse that reveals the truth of my lucky number and a fun little story to showcase that truth.

An elderly woman had just returned to her home from an evening of church services when she was startled by an intruder. She caught the man in the act of robbing her home of its valuables and yelled,”STOP! Acts 2:38!"

The burglar stopped in his tracks. The woman calmly called the police and explained what she had done. As the officer cuffed the man to take him in, he asked the burglar, "Why did you just stand there? All the old lady did was yell Scripture at you." "Scripture?" replied the burglar. "She said she had an Ax and Two 38's!"


A pearl to string: Remember knowing Scripture can save your life in more ways than one!!! Repent and be baptized, in the name of Jesus Christ so that your sins may be forgiven. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. - Acts 2:38 Turn your love away from the wiles of this world and……

Turn your heart toward Jesus,
He’s got a gift for you.
Lyndi





A life of one woman~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1946 @3 .......................... ........................1949 @6

1956 @13 ..........................................1959 @16

1961 @18 ............................... 1962 @19

1964 @21 .......................................... 1973 @30

1974 @31...............................1984 @41

1996 @53 ...........................2006 @63 ....................... 2008 @65



Monday, February 25, 2008

Begat love……


By Hugh Macleod
Stormhock label designs: gapingvoid.com

"I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers!"
Isaiah 65:24/New Living Translation

How many times has that happened to you? I’m thinking it happens all the time but goes unrecognized much of the time. Think about when your kids were toddlers, for some of you that is now. As parents we would go before, to the side of, or behind our little one to clear the path and make it safe for them to explore their world. I believe that’s how God works in our lives. Just like our little people do not see what we do for them. We as adults do not see the many times nothing happens, when God goes before us, to the side of us or behind us to clear our path and make it safe for us to live in this world. Our lives are the reflection, or should be, of how God loves us.

I’m also thinking the reason we have arms is to reach out to others and give them the love of God through the love He gives us. He uses our arms to feed the hungry and clothe the poor as well as to bind the wounds of the body and brokenness of a heart.

We have ears to listen to one another as God listens to us. He listens through our hurts and our fears. He listens through our frustration and anger. He has an ear for all our nit-picking and complaining.

Our eyes are not just for seeing the needs so we might attend to them – I think they are a place from which God can weep for the sorrows of this world.

And that mouth we have? Not many people walking around without one but not near enough people using them to encourage and exhort, to approve of and accept, to honor and respect.

A pearl to string: It doesn’t matter what kind of love I think on – I can’t seem to write about it without first seeing it through the love of God. The attributes of love are the attributes of God. "No one has ever seen God. But if we love each other, God lives in us, and his love has been brought to full expression through us". 1 John 4:12/New Living Translation

It was in the beginning that God begat love,
Lyndi

Thursday, February 21, 2008

All God’s Children


For the month of February I wanted to focus on love. First, I focused on the greatest love of all – God’s love for us. Second, I turn to love in marriage but it became more about how to be love and dying to self. With that in mind I’m expecting an interesting journey as I set out to think on the love we have for our children. Oh it’s big isn’t it? The love we have for our children. It really doesn’t matter whether you are gazing upon a small child, a teen or a grown adult your parent heart just swells with love pride – it’s really indescribable.

I’m reminded of a story some years ago, on a hot summer day in Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.

His mother, in the house and looking out the window, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.

A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go." What a beautiful picture pops up in my mind of the determination of a Mother’s love. www.TruthorFiction.com cannot authenticate this story but in the Bible the truth is found. Romans 8:38 tells us that ‘nothing can separate us from the love of God’

A pearl to string: We all have scars, not from an alligator perhaps, but from pain that stomped through our past. Some of those scars are deep and gnarly and some have very long stems of regret. Some of the wounds that lace our past, dear hearts, are because God refused to let go. When you couldn’t hold on to God – He was holding on to you. We are all His children. God wants to do more than love us. John 3:16 tells us He sent His Son to die for our sins so that whosoever believes will not perish but spend all eternity with the Father.

We keep our children in our hearts yet God has a bigger plan for His children.

Believing in everlasting Son shine,
Lyndi

Friday, February 15, 2008

IN MEMORY


Of Charles Aubrey Amado
June 9, 1981-February 10,2008



Three friends died in Grapevine Texas
Cory Pratt - Aubrey Amado - Justin Cartwright

Life is kind of like the ocean,
You can see how it starts, but not the way it ends.

We little knew that morning
God was going to call your name,
In Life we loved you dearly
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you
You did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories
Your love is still our guide,
And although we cannot see you
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.


Blessings and grace to the Moms & Dads, family and friends
especially Kristy Amado
http://www.yourcachevalley.com/members/myfriesians

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

You Gotta Have Heart


Love is such an odd thing. We all want it and we all want to give it. Somehow the confusion begins right at that juncture. Our common human characteristic is our need to count in someone else’s life. At least one other person needs us, we tell ourselves, when we feel least able to accept life’s demands. How alike we all are. The paradox is that our own need for love is lessened when we bestow it on others. Choosing to offer love, rather than look for it, will influence every experience we have. Give it away and it returns. So we eventually learn that love isn’t about what “I” can get. True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. Author Unknown

Most people want to find true love, a mate to share their life with – ah….. Then comes marriage! Now there’s a blast from 45 years of experience. In the early going the 'my way' thing turns into the battle of the egotists and it's an I for an I. Through the struggles and the joys, the hurts and the healings, and the tug a wars and the victories Coach Wonderful and I know marriage brings you closer to the Lord. But the key to a long love life is dying to yourself – actually it is the key to much of what we do here on earth. Dying to yourself is like a God directed prescribed burn. It clears out the underbrush of self and improves the hungering and thirsting of your soul while strengthening temptation deliverance and seriously reducing the noxious weeds of daily life. It never gets easier to die to yourself and there always seems to be another deeper layer of pride with which one has to deal. But it is the most direct path to love.

A pearl to string: Growing and learning to love God seems to be the most beautiful way to love others from my 65 years of life perspective. Benjamin Franklin (another old dude) said, “Loving others promises me the love I desire. But I can’t expect it if I don’t give it first.”

My friend, your love has made me happy and has greatly encouraged me.
It has also cheered the hearts of God’s people.

Philemon 1:7/CEV

You gotta have heart to love others and you gotta have love to have heart.
You gotta have God to have love because God is love.

Getting me out of the way and
Loving in Son shine – Happy Valentine’s Day,
Lyndi

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The Greatest Love of All


It’s February – the Love Month and I think I’d like to focus on love all month long.

There are those among us that would say, “Forget love; I’d rather fall in chocolate”. Believe it or not the Bible has a warning for that way of thinking: When you're given a box of candy, don't gulp it all down; eat too much chocolate and you'll make yourself sick ~ Proverbs 25:16/MSG. I know I could hunt down some deep wisdom in that Scripture and I may come back to it but for now I’m looking for the Greatest Love of All.

Henry Ward Beecher said, "I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love”.

So, my question would be, how does anyone know how to love until they begin to know God? Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. 1 John 4:7

The Greek language had three words for love. First there was "Eros," from which we get "erotic." This was, of course a purely selfish love. Then there was "Phileo" (Philadelphia), or "brotherly love" This is the love of one family member for another. But the Bible reveals a deeper love – the depth and breadth of God’s love. "Agape" is a giving love, entirely unselfish. Agape describe the love God has for us. As the song; "The Love of God" says:

Were with ink the oceans filled
And were the skies of parchment made
And every blade of grass a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.

We are of great value both because of our creation and also because of the price paid for our redemption. There is an old story which illustrates this aptly.

A Young boy made a beautiful toy sailboat and took it to a lake to sail, but a gust of wind blew the boat out into the lake. The boat was lost. Several weeks later, the boy saw his sailboat in the window of a toy store. When he asked for his boat, the store owner said, "I own the sailboat now. If you want it you will have to buy it back." The boy sold all he had to buy back his boat. After paying the store owner, the boy took his boat to his heart and said, "Little boat, you are twice mine, I made you, and now I bought you."

A pearl to string: Like that little boat, we are twice the Lord's - He made us, and Christ bought us back by paying the price for our sin with his own blood.

I’m going with Samuel Rutherford’s thoughts on God: “Since He hath looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath run away to heaven with it”.

Captured by His love,
Lyndi

Monday, January 28, 2008

Foozle Life


When you are working hard, living a good life cuz you are a good person and you are independently standing on your own two feet, making your own decisions, living off your own power, intelligence, wisdom and personal moral standard. That is the Foozle Life. Many of us try that society trained Foozle Life and many come to know that without God our own perceived goodness gets beaten down, loses meaning, direction and power. We were created by God to be in relationship with Him.

For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. Colossians 1:16 (New King James Version)

Found a little mathematical formula to demonstrate what equals 100% in life.

If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

If: H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K 8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%
And: K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E 11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%

But: A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E 1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%

THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:

L-O-V-E-O-F- G-O-D 12+15+22+5+15+ 6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you to 100%, which is man’s world, the Foozle Life. It's the Love of God that will put you over the top and that’s where God lives!

A pearl to string: It’s not about how well you do or how hard you work. Have you ever noticed when you are in the picture your view of the whole picture is limited? If you step away from the picture and view the whole picture you gain a clear perspective. Go ahead and look at your favorite family photo. Got it in front of you? Look at yourself! Remember when that shot was snapped? You were smiling at the camera, what kind of perspective is that? But as you gaze at the photo now – it’s all before you, wow, there is so much to see. Look at all those beautiful people in your family. We need our creator to fulfill the purpose of our creation.

God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end. (Ecclesiastes 3:11 NLT)

Running into the arms of Jesus,
Lyndi

Monday, January 21, 2008

In Honor of Martin Luther King Jr.

Paper written by

Derek McCartney 07

Martin Luther King, Jr., (January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968) was born Michael Luther King, Jr., but later had his name changed to Martin. His grandfather began the family's long tenure as pastors of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, serving from 1914 to 1931; his father has served from then until the present, and from 1960 until his death Martin Luther acted as co-pastor. Martin Luther attended segregated public schools in Georgia, graduating from high school at the age of fifteen; he received the B. A. degree in 1948 from Morehouse College, a distinguished Negro institution of Atlanta from which both his father and grandfather had been graduated. After three years of theological study at Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania where he was elected president of a predominantly white senior class, he was awarded the B.D. in 1951. With a fellowship won at Crozer, he enrolled in graduate studies at Boston University, completing his residence for the doctorate in 1953 and receiving the degree in 1955. In Boston he met and married Coretta Scott, a young woman of uncommon intellectual and artistic attainments. Two sons and two daughters were born into the family.

In 1954, Martin Luther King accepted the pastoral of the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama. Always a strong worker for civil rights for members of his race, King was, by this time, a member of the executive committee of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the leading organization of its kind in the nation. He was ready, then, early in December, 1955, to accept the leadership of the first great Negro nonviolent demonstration of contemporary times in the United States, the bus boycott described by Gunnar Jahn in his presentation speech in honor of the laureate. The boycott lasted 382 days. On December 21, 1956, after the Supreme Court of the United States had declared unconstitutional the laws requiring segregation on buses, Negroes and whites rode the buses as equals. During these days of boycott, King was arrested, his home was bombed, he was subjected to personal abuse, but at the same time he emerged as a Negro leader of the first rank.

In 1957 he was elected president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization formed to provide new leadership for the now burgeoning civil rights movement. The ideals for this organization he took from Christianity; its operational techniques from Gandhi. In the eleven-year period between 1957 and 1968, King traveled over six million miles and spoke over twenty-five hundred times, appearing wherever there was injustice, protest, and action; and meanwhile he wrote five books as well as numerous articles. In these years, he led a massive protest in Birmingham, Alabama, that caught the attention of the entire world, providing what he called a coalition of conscience. and inspiring his "Letter from a Birmingham Jail", a manifesto of the Negro revolution; he planned the drives in Alabama for the registration of Negroes as voters; he directed the peaceful march on Washington, D.C., of 250,000 people to whom he delivered his address, "l Have a Dream", he conferred with President John F. Kennedy and campaigned for President Lyndon B. Johnson; he was arrested upwards of twenty times and assaulted at least four times; he was awarded five honorary degrees; was named Man of the Year by Time magazine in 1963; and became not only the symbolic leader of American blacks but also a world figure.

At the age of thirty-five, Martin Luther King, Jr., was the youngest man to have received the Nobel Peace Prize. When notified of his selection, he announced that he would turn over the prize money of $54,123 to the furtherance of the civil rights movement.

On the evening of April 4, 1968, while standing on the balcony of his motel room in Memphis, Tennessee, where he was to lead a protest march in sympathy with striking garbage workers of that city, he was assassinated.



Devotional from Our Daily Bread
http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml

In late January 1956, during the tense days of the Montgomery Boycott, civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. could not sleep. A threatening phone call had terrified him. So he prayed, “I am here taking a stand for what I believe is right. But Lord, I must confess that I’m weak now, I’m faltering. I’m losing my courage. Now, I am afraid. . . . The people are looking to me for leadership, and if I stand before them without strength and courage, they too will falter. I am at the end of my powers. . . . I can’t face it alone.”
Dr. King later wrote, “At that moment I experienced the presence of the Divine as I never experienced Him before. It seemed as though I could hear the quiet assurance of an inner voice saying, ‘Stand up for righteousness, stand up for truth; and God will be at your side forever.’ Almost at once my fears began to go. My uncertainty disappeared. I was ready to face anything.”
The rest is history. Dr. King wanted to see people of all colors free of the damage done by racism and prejudice.
If we face opposition when we’re trying to do what’s right, we too must cry out to the Lord. He alone is our “rock of refuge, a fortress of defense” (Ps. 31:2). He is our reliable source of strength and protection. —David C. Egner

Friday, January 18, 2008

What's in a Name?

A treasure hunt reveals a gem. This is the coolest thing. In the depths of God's Word tucked away in the names of a man and his six sons a long time friend uncovers a pip of a find. Enjoy!

Guest Author
By James Ryle
http://jamesryle.blogspot.com/
(Pastor and friend from days of yore)

"And of the sons of Elam; Mattaniah, Zechariah, and Jehiel, and Abdi, and Jeremoth, and Eliah." (Ezra 10:26 KJV)

This verse is buried twenty-six lines deep in the midst of a long list of laborious names. Very few people would even bother reading it. I guess I'm one of those few. You can see that seven names are listed; a father and his six sons. However, nothing is said about them -- who they were, what they did, how their lives mattered. Nothing. Just their names. But names are important. A name defines you, and a good name is to be desired above great riches.

So I did a curious thing with this verse of scripture. Using the Strong’s Hebrew Dictionary, the Easton Bible Dictionary, and the Hitchcock Bible Names Dictionary, I looked up the meaning of each of these names and what I uncovered is worthy of your consideration.

Elam --a secret hidden by distance in the highlands
Mattaniah -- the gift of hope from the Lord; the hope laid up in heaven
Zechariah -- The renowned Lord has remembered
Jehiel -- God's life will be seen in me
Abdi -- serviceable, servant of the Lord
Jeremoth -- elevations; uplifted beyond the fear of death
Eliah -- The Mighty God, the Lord who works in wonder and power

Putting the meaning of these several names together in one continuous thought produced the following treasure:

"There was a secret hidden in the heavens, far away from the sight of man. It was a gift of hope, laid up in heaven for us by the Lord. At the perfect moment, in the fullness of time, the Lord remembered the gift and brought it forth for us to have and to behold. Because of this His name is now renowned throughout the whole earth. His life has now been made manifest in and through us, making us useful unto every good word and work, and lifting us far above the power of sin and death. He is the mighty God, who works wonders of love by His great power."

Next time your whizzing through the Bible on your way to a place called Hurry Up and Get Here, take a break. Slow down and read with an inquisitive mind, a curious soul, and an investigative hunger. You might just stumble upon a buried treasure or two.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

FOLLOW?

We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz….. Because, because, because, because, becaaaaaaaaause! Because of the wonderful things he does. Yikes! Don’t follow him!

A teenage girl got lost in her car in a snow storm. She remembered what her dad had once told her: "If you ever get stuck in a snow storm, wait for a snow plow and follow it."

Lo and behold, a snow plow came by, so she started to follow it. She followed the plow for about forty five minutes. Finally the driver of the truck got out and asked her what she was doing. She explained that her dad had told her if she ever got stuck in the snow, to follow a plow. The driver nodded and said, "Well, I'm done with the Wal-Mart parking lot, now you can follow me over to K-Mart."

Do listen to your Dad. There's nothing wrong with following others as long as you know that they are headed in the right direction. Even the apostle Paul was careful to limit those who sought to follow him: Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ.
(I Corinthians 11:1, NIV).

String a pearl: Movies & TV shows are entertainment not intended as a life map. Emulating performer’s rogue lifestyle would be craziness. Following a snow plow blindly may have minor consequences, but following someone blindly in the realm of religion can have serious (and eternal) consequences. Be careful who you follow! When my brothers and sister and I were growing up our Dad use to tell us, “Do what I say, not what I do”. We people are fallible, even those who love the Lord. Don’t follow those who love the Lord….. Follow who they follow.



In His footsteps,
Lyndi

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Wounded in the midst of joy


Our grandson #17 left hand corner

Have you ever been caught up in an exciting moment when out of the blue comes a blow that downs your spirit? Of course you have. It’s a rather common human experience. “Even though Jesus was God’s Son, he learned obedience from the things he suffered”. (Hebrews 5:8, NLT) It’s also a common human experience to get lost in happy. Lost in the sense there are no thoughts of God or His love for you in what you are experiencing.

We’ve just returned home from a trip to New Orleans to be with our grandson TC. His team, the LSU Tiger’s, played victoriously to become college football’s 2007 National Champions. Wow! It was a tremendously electrifying and joy provoking fun time. Simultaneously it was a humbling experience knowing so many others had worked long and hard for the same title. How can any of us not thank God for these exciting moments in our lives? The ugly truth is many in that stadium having as much fun as we did forgot about God completely. Players, coaches, fans alike lost in happy! I’m sure that grieved the heart of God. Like so much of life there is always the flip side and there were also players, coaches and fans whose joy and thankful hearts gave praises to God.

About 20 years ago I saw a pattern developing in my life that made me very unhappy. In times of trouble I would run to the Lord for comfort and help. Yep, I did that real good but in the good times I didn’t see me being very thankful for all the rich blessings. The ugly truth is I was lost in happy. If you see it in your life it’s a great invitation from the Lord to DP. Drop and pray that the Holy Spirit will guide you into a grateful heart for who Jesus is to you in good times and in those tough times. I prayed that and it changed my spiritual life.

Along with four other players our grandson started off his first bowl experience quarantined to his hotel room for a mystery illness. Many of you prayed and all the sick ones got well rapidly. Thank you for your healing prayers. Then came the “wound in the midst of joy” for a group of players. The “what” isn’t as important as the “how” one responds. What a blessing it was for our family to be able to speak into the hurt with our grandson. The goal of our heavenly Father is to develop us; it would be naïve and unscriptural to think this would be done without suffering. The prayer I prayed so many years ago has kept me watchful for the pearls God gives us through our suffering, just as He did in the life of His Son. The good news is that we don’t have to be nailed to a cross; Jesus did that for us.

A pearl to string: You cannot control what other people say or do. So when you are wounded in the midst of joy you only have the power, with the grace of God, to choose your action. Do not allow satan to steal your joy. "Humans can reproduce only human life, but the Holy Spirit gives birth to spiritual life." (John 3:6, NLT)

Giving great thanks to the Lord,
Geaux Tigers, by the grace of God in your hard work and dedication
You are the Champions!
'Waaahhh-hoooooo!!!!',
Lyndi

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Hurt?

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A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22

Were you hurt in 2007? Or did you carry hurt into 2007? Still got it? Doesn’t that hurt feel heavy? Do not underestimate the insidious, destructive effect that unresolved hurt and anger can have on every aspect of your life. It’s like poison that swallows you. It doesn’t do anything good to your face either. Hurt shows no matter how big that smile might be.

Everyone has been wronged, offended, and sinned against at some point in life. How are we to respond when such offenses occur? Reading in The Word of God we understand that we are to forgive. Of course that can be easier said than done. (My personal little prayer, “Lord, please forgive them while I grow to”) Ephesians 4:32 declares, “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” Similarly, Colossians 3:13 proclaims, “Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”

Is it possible to truly forgive all transgressions?
How do you forgive someone who physically abused you when you were a child?
How do you forgive someone who raped you or a family member?
How do you forgive someone who spread vicious and humiliating lies about you?
How do you forgive parents who put their own needs and egos way ahead of your basic emotional needs as a child?
How do you forgive a parent who left you when you were young?
How do you forgive someone who has sucked the joy out of your life through his or her negative, hypocritical, phony, lazy, selfish, and ill-tempered behavior over 20 years of marriage?
How do you forgive attacks on your children?
How do you forgive the unforgivable?

Maybe, sometimes, the hurt is so bad that the quality of your health and life will suffer for the rest of your life because you will always harbor some anger for the people who hurt you.

“When you haven't forgiven those who've hurt you, you turn your back against your future. When you do forgive, you start walking forward”. Tyler Perry

String a pearl: Why do we forgive? Because we have been forgiven! It was revelation for me years ago in the midst of a tumultuous struggle when God made a clear impression on my heart. Jesus not only died for my sins but for those who have sinned against me.
Wait a minute! Stop the music! It doesn’t get any bigger than that. Jesus died for that person that sinned against me! There’s nothing more I can do…………….. but forgive.

Forgiveness is the perfume that the trampled flower
Casts back upon the foot that crushed it

God makes everything but unbreakable hearts.
Lord let me be the fragrance of Your love
Create in me a clean heart, O God;
and renew a right spirit within me.

Psalms 51:10

Happy New Year
Lyndi

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

TWO THOUSAND EIGHT



Dear God, It is a new year on this earth. I want to begin the year with praise and thankfulness to you. I want to recommit myself to you; to do your good will; to follow your word and the guidance of your Holy Spirit. I want to draw closer to you in word, thought, and deed. I want to have an attitude of gratitude, a smile on my face and in my voice, and energy to do whatever task or ministry you want me to do. Please continue to provide my every need, as only you can do. Please bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Please give me wisdom, knowledge, desire, and power to go forth and live for you to make a difference in the lives of those around me and to glorify you. Please bless my coming and my going and open my mouth to speak words of truth and love. Thank you, God. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen and amen.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas Date Note

Isn’t it interesting that there is a growing number of Christians coming to grips with history. December 25th is probably not the actual day Jesus Christ was born – could have been the day Jesus was conceived by the Holy Spirit. So the Seed of God was placed in the womb of Mary during the Jewish celebration of Hanukkah that year. Wow! The Light of the World is conceived during the Festival of Lights. Learned peoples point to the Holy Scripture to explain the inaccuracy of the present celebrated dates. Blame is placed on the Catholic Church for arbitrarily choosing a day to celebrate the birth of Christ. The voices are growing in numbers, “this isn’t the date, this isn’t the date”! Makes you want to ask, “And the point is?” If I learned at this juncture in my life (I’m really old) that my actual birth date was about 6 months off would it change my life? Would it change who I am or how I celebrate life? I rather doubt it. Leaning into Scripture you can always find your answers. Philippians 2:15-18. Paul rejoiced in the fact that Jesus was being preached. Some out of rivalry, but others out of goodwill.

May you be blessed knowing that in fact our King was born and is alive for ever more and may we purpose to worship Him all year long.

Rest on His Word: Philippians 2:9-11
Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Destination Bethlehem





A Christmas Journey

Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened . . . (Luke 2:15)

Traveling back in time and finding it’s not as pretty as it is in the movies or on Christmas cards. Did you know that caves where shepherds kept their flock in winter are not clean? Whew, one whiff of that stench is enough to gag a rhinoceros. I’m a city girl, I like clean animals. Mary, how did you do it? The trip from the village of Nazareth in Galilee to the town of Bethlehem in Judea is about 65 miles. On a donkey? While you are in labor? Have mercy! The town of Bethlehem was bulging with people in for the big census taking. It was dreary, noisy – really rowdy – and sold out. “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head." (Luke 9:58) I can’t even imagine the feelings inside Joseph as every effort to find comfort for his wife and his any minute child failed. People were ugly and unsympathetic. At this point Mary was obviously in the latter stages of labor. Joseph was directed to the caves behind the Inn as a last resort. It was a long enough trek for the donkey – he headed straight for the manger for a drink of water
(A manger in Bethlehem) right where our Savior would first lay His head.
Of course Joseph would do everything possible to make Mary comfortable but what did he know about birthing babies – he was a carpenter. He distributed the hay and snatched a blanket from the donkey to create a somewhat clean place for Mary. She probably had a small bag of salt to rub on her new baby’s skin preventing infection, some yarn to tie off the umbilical cord, a piece of sharp slate to cut it, and strips of cloth to swaddle her baby in. She was only fourteen but God was her guide. Jesus probably looked quite ordinary to Mary & Joseph in that first extraordinary parent vision. Ten fingers, ten toes, a thatch of black hair, skinny little legs and arms and the wizened face of a newborn who had dwelt in water for nine long months. To them He was the most beautiful baby on earth. God gave them the ordinary human experience but the Shekinah glory came upon them as angels and shepherds appeared and wise men gathered bearing gifts.

A pearl to string: Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” (Luke 2:11-14)

A birth like no other –
Let your hearts be swaddled in His love for eternity.
Merry Christmas
Lyndi

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Amy Grant Lyrics

Mary Did You Know?




Christmas Prayer
For those who may be grieving we stop to say a Christmas prayer:
We celebrate this time of year because our Lord was born;
But let us not forget that there are others who may mourn.

In times of sorrow, times of strife, it's sometimes hard to smile,
So, Holy Spirit, please come in and tarry for awhile.

Touch those who may be suffering; touch every wounded heart,
Touch all those burdened souls when they feel distant, set apart.

Remove the pain, and fill their hearts with happiness and mirth,
And let them all rejoice now in The Savior's holy birth. Amen and amen

Mary Did You Know?

Somewhere in my forties the Christmas carols that I had been singing all my life sunk deeper into my soul. It was as if the lyrics suddenly had profound meaning that I had never experienced before. My heart and mind seemed to unite on the wonder of Christmas, the inexplicable joy of my Saviors birth. “Mary Did You Know?” is a Christmas song written in the 90’s that causes me to meditate on the circumstance of Jesus birth every time I hear it.

The times were most difficult back then. The people of Nazareth had a strong Jewish faith. Mary and many ordinary people of the land, were increasingly aware that they were powerless themselves, but God, the all powerful, could raise up the lowly. Their faith was of the deepest kind: "The Lord hears the cry of the poor. Blessed be the Lord. The Lord our God, the Lord alone! Therefore you shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, and with all your soul and with all your strength." (Deut. 6:4-5)

Mary's faith was strong. Yet, in fervently religious Nazareth with its high moral standards, she hardly stood out at all, even in the eyes of those who knew her best. Besides, as a young woman living in a society where men counted most, she would be little noticed except as a mother and a wife.

When she was 14 or so, Mary's parents made plans for her to be married, as was customary in those days. They chose Joseph of Nazareth, a carpenter, for her husband. The engagement took place and Mary returned home to wait about a year before she would go to live with her husband as his wife. But then, something happened.............

Mary was chosen by God to bring forth the Savior of the world. An astounding series of events and responses took place for the miracle of all miracles. What grips my heart as a mother is imagining Mary holding her baby – what went through her mind? Next time you hold a baby imagine you are Mary, you have just gone through extraordinary unexplainable events but now your baby is in your arms. This is finally a normal experience looking at her baby something Mary shared with millions of moms. Mary lovingly and tenderly kisses her precious baby boy – she kissed the face of God. Doesn’t that just take your breath away? Focus in on that – she kissed the face of God. Mary held her child in her arms, the child she delivered would deliver her. Awe-inspiring reality – did she know? Could she sense it? Did Mary feel it? She kissed the face of God. Moses couldn’t even look at the face of God but Mary kissed the face of God. Oh Mary, that sleeping child you held so long ago is the Great, I am and you kissed the face of God. In my mind I want to go to the manger, I want to sit beside Mary, I want to hold her baby, I want to kiss the face of God.
A pearl to string: Present day wise men worship the Child of Bethlehem who was born to be the Man of Calvary.

Following that Christmas star -
May His presence light your way.
Lyndi

Monday, December 10, 2007

Pretty Blue Sky




CONFABULATE. It’s a real word! It came in my email this morning for my word of the day. It means to chat, confer or fill in gaps in memory by fabrication. Hummm, I seem to do a lot of confabulating these days. It’s not done to be intentionally deceptive. It’s more like when I was a kid I had to do something with the holes in the picture I was drawing. I loved to fill those holes with pretty blue sky. So when I confabulate it’s just a little pretty blue sky for the holes in my memory.
It’s that time of year when my memory goes dancing. Christmas time is such a lovely, fun time of the year. The memories of yesteryear hold joy and plenty of blue sky. These days controversy swirls everywhere. Instead of singing we’re arguing, instead of giving we’re complaining, instead of honoring we’re dismantling - all in the name of diversity? Yikes, makes a body want to just go home, close the doors, keep the TV off, turn the phone off and pull out the boxes of stored Christmas decorations. I love to decorate our home when it’s cold outside – snowing is the best time. I light the logs in the fireplace, turn on the Christmas music and brew some cinnamon tea. Sipping and humming I ponder the wonder of how God trimmed our world with the sun and the moon and all the twinkling stars to light our way and bring us warmth and joy. All the shimmering lights that are strung around the houses, in the trees, on the boughs and intertwined in wreaths reflect His handiwork to me. God colored our world with four uniquely different seasons and all His creation reaches up to Him in praise with every branch and leaf turned towards the sun. How beautifully He ornamented our lives with animals to love and care for and people to figure out and be in relationships that reflect His character. It is in giving that we receive. Love is not a “feeling” – love is an action.

The Scriptures say, "God commanded light to shine in the dark. Now God is shining in our hearts to let you know that his glory is seen in Jesus Christ". 2 Corinthians 4:6


A pearl to string: Love is our Father’s character and He gave each one of us a heart to hold Him and seek Him then sent us the Christ child to believe upon to keep us united with Him for all eternity. Now that is an action that I can celebrate. That’s no holiday – that’s Christ’s Mass – A celebration of God’s love, His communion with His people.

We are His, we came to sup with Him and be in His everlasting love,
Merry Christmas and pretty blue sky,
Lyndi

Monday, December 3, 2007

Gold, Common Sense & Fur


Merry Christmas! I’m fighting back with love. Merry Christmas! You can’t take Christ out of my Christmas otherwise you’d just have a mas! Yuk! Merry Christmas! Let’s get you in a cheery mood with this precious story. Let’s celebrate our Savior! Merry Christmas!

Gold, Common Sense & Fur
by Linda C. Stafford

My husband and I had been happily (most of the time) married for five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby. I decided to do some serious praying and promised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with his word as my guide.

God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son. The next year God blessed us with another son. The following year, he blessed us with yet another son. The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.

My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty. We now had the four children, and the oldest was only four years old. I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it. As a minister once told me, 'If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella.'

I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint him. I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks. I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs.

When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess. In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.

While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother - I didn't even come close - I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God. I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to 'wash up' Jesus, too.

Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his 'last wife.' My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine. My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, 'We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.' But, he was nervous and said, 'The baby was wrapped in waddled up clothes.' My four-year-old 'Mary' said, 'That's not 'waddled up clothes, silly. That's dirty, rotten clothes.'

A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, 'Mama-mama'. Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived.

My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, 'We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur.' The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing ovation. 'I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one,' laughed the pastor, wiping tears from his eyes. 'For the rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur.'

'My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing,' I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.


A pearl to string: As the Word of God says in Proverbs 17:6: Children's children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.

Merry Christmas ~ May God’s gift of Jesus birth bring you Mercy, peace and love in abundance. Jude 2
Lyndi

Sunday, December 2, 2007

JESUS WHISPERS

"PEACE, BE STILL"
The charm of a sunset I cannot capture
Or carve a mountain high,
Sculpt a majestic eagle's wings
Or paint rainbows across the sky
...Clothe one tree with leaves
Of glorious colors of crimson and gold,
Or bring to it greening in Springtime ~
'Cause sweet roses' petals to unfold.
I cannot feather a sparrow
Or create for the fish one fin,
Mold for the peacock its brilliant plume,
Build a nest the birds could live in.
But, there is a mighty Sovereign,
The Creator of all things who can,
With the voice of many waters,
Calm raging seas at His command.
And, when I am confused and troubled,
As a storm toss'd vessel at sea,
That Voice simply speaks,
"Peace, be still,"
Restoring to me sweet tranquility!



© 2002 by Mary Carter Mizrany -- all rights reserved



Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Ring His Bell











Big Joe






It's a steep, dusty climb up century-old wooden steps that ascend this way then that, zigzagging ever heavenward inside the 260-foot German Gothic steeple of St. Francis de Sales Church in Cincinnati, Ohio. Up, up, up, until you're almost intruding on the pigeons. In front of you hangs the largest bell ever cast in the USA. “Big Joe” has a 9-foot in diameter at its base, measures 7 feet from its rim to its crown and weighs in at 37,000 pounds. According to a legend, ''Big Joe'' was swung in its steeple just once, in January 1896. It responded with a serious E flat in the third octave below middle C. At that moment, every window facing the church for several blocks is said to have been blown out of its frame. The peal of the bell could be heard for fifteen miles. So the story says that it was decided that the big bell must never swing again. This is called a legend because in this century the condition of the bell and the known facts do not support the story. But for the purposes of this devotional I’m going with the legend.

A Pearl to String: How very sad to be a big beautiful bell and only be swung once. Oh my, do I have a bell for you. It came in my e-mail this morning. It’s a big beautiful bell you can swing for eternity.
(Note: If you copy and paste this half bell into word and center it you will have a whole bell - sorry I'm blog challenged and can't get this singularly centered)

THE BELL
I KNOW WHO I AM
I am God's child (John 1:12)
I am Christ's friend (John 15:15)
I am united with the Lord(1 Cor. 6:17)
I am bought with a price(1 Cor. 6:19-20)
I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)
I am a personal witness of Christ (Acts 1:8)
I am the salt & light of the earth (Matt.5:13-14)
I am a member of the body of Christ(1 Cor 12:27)
I am free forever from condemnation (Rom. 8: 1-2)
I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant (Phil.3:20)
I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31-34)
I am a minister of reconciliation for God(2 Cor.5:17-21)
I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)
I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6)
I cannot be separated from the love of God(Rom.8:35-39)
I am established, anointed, sealed by God (2 Cor.1:21-22)
I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8: 28)
I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16)
I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12)
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)
I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)
I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16). I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)
I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3). I have been justified (Romans 5:1)
I am God's co-worker (1 Cor. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship (Eph. 2:10)
I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected (Phil. 1: 5)
I have been redeemed and forgiven (Col. 1:14). I have been adopted as God's child (Eph 1:5)
I belong to God
Do you know
who you are?



May the LORD bless you and keep you;
May the LORD make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you;
May the LORD turn His face toward you and give you peace
.

Numbers 6:24-26


Lyndi

Monday, November 19, 2007

No Miles in a Heart






Giving thanks for all He is






Geography may physically separate people but a loved one and a friend is
a "in your heart relationship" and there are no miles in a heart.

There are so many people who will be gathering their families or friends, reaching out to the homeless, or giving their time to serve others in need this Thanksgiving holiday season. Whatever your tradition may be it is one of those wonderful stop times in life that we take time to reflect upon the goodness of the Lord. Oh it does get a little bogged down with the hurry, hurry, hurry, fix, fix, fix, gobble, gobble, gobble. And there are those families that really act like a bunch of Turkeys by using the special day to squabble. But if we don’t stop and give thanks for the gabillion joys God bestows upon us then our hearts will grow cold and hard and our lives will be overcome with darkness.

It is possible that for every person who has a plan to celebrate and give thanks there are the same number of people who are alone and hurting. There are those that just feel empty though they are surrounded by people who care for them. Sometimes it is difficult to know what you are thankful for when you have no job, or you’re hungry, or tired, or sick or have no place safe to live.

Psalm 118 verse 24 "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." God wants us to count our blessings, count them one by one. You can start small. How about giving thanks for: a baby laughing, puppies at play, autumn leaves crunching underfoot, red tennis shoes, the smell of oranges, or sipping hot chocolate. Perhaps you are thankful for being able to see your own breath on a crisp winter morn, winning a double dog dare, or someone looking right into your eyes and smiling at you. Maybe thankfulness grows when you see a spectacular sunset or majestic purple mountains or hear birds singing. It is an endless "I’m thankful for" list: Fireworks bursting in air, a horse running free, S’mores, white socks, finding an Easter egg in your raincoat pocket. Freckles, snowflakes, family baseball games, ice cold watermelon on a steamy hot day. Hot air balloons, swinging and touching the sky, fireflies, and a willow tree by the lake, Christmas lights, chocolate! Hope, kittens, popcorn, stained glass windows, the sound of the ocean waves, dancing at a wedding! Red cheeks, a winning team, chicken noodle soup, a field of yellow daffodils. I can’t stop … His word tells me "I can do everything through him who gives me strength." (Philippians 4:13) There is so much to be thankful for all around us…. God even made laughing hyenas – how fun is that? A scavenger with a warning sound! That is how much the Lord God loves you and me and here’s the best: "God so loved the world" (the families of the earth), that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through Him. He who believes in Him is not judged; he who does not believe has been judged already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God" (John 3:16–18, italics mine).

A pearl to string: You can’t be far away from those you love when you hold them in your heart; there are no miles in a heart.

Happy heart giving thanks – Happy Thanksgiving
Lyndi

Monday, November 12, 2007

Entrusted Principle















God's smile!


I walked out my front door and walked all around the house then came back in. I sat in my chair bewildered. I didn’t see any sign on the house that read: "Wisdom Department”. I shook my head in despair, I don’t have answers. My husband can drive me coo coo too! Yes, I’ve got issues – pass the tissues! And yes, Coach Wonderful can go nuts at times in dealing with some of my issues but that’s another devotional.

How do I help a friend when her husband is acting like a snake with reptile dysfunction?

Just thinking of murder isn’t illegal ….. No, no, no……… that doesn’t lead down the right path! Just as I was about to give up on this issue for now my computer dinged. It does that when an e-mail comes in. No time to check it now – I need to focus - back to staring at my page while God works. Hummm 10 minutes, nothing! 20 minutes, more nothing! Ok, 45 minutes and a whole lot of nothing! I’ve either got writers block or my heart ears are plugged. Off to the pile of unfinished devotionals for ya! Bye!!!

Hello, I’m retrieving my tossed devotional because I just read the best advice ever in Oz Hillman’s devotional. It was one of those, “pop me in the middle of my head, I could have had a V-8” moments. Not new but just said in such a way that really hit home with me.

A woman of faith was struggling with a husband who does not seek the Lord first and wanted to make a large purchase. They could not afford such an expense and it would wreck havoc with their finances. She was completely opposed to her husband’s plan yet wanted to be God’s woman in the heart of the situation. She brought her dilemma to her Home Life group for their counsel.

Someone said, "You really only have a few options if you adhere to the principle that God has entrusted the man as the leader in the home. God has placed you under the umbrella of His protection as well as your husband. There are times when he will not make the right decision. Does that mean God is not protecting you? No. There may be several things working here. God may be testing your own obedience to this principle. He may use you to open up your husband's spiritual life due to your obedience and submissive spirit. Your obedience may cost your family something, but it will be beneficial in the long term. Your alternative is to rebel and pay him back for his decision by withholding your love from him, which is often what a wife does in this situation. It becomes a vicious circle of paybacks. My suggestion is to tell your husband how you feel about his decision and the impact you feel it will have on you and your family. If he still wants to make the purchase, you must let him do it and support him. What happens next will rest in God's hand as your ultimate protector."

A few weeks later the lady returned to her Home Life group. "I have some wonderful news. We did make the purchase. However, we were able to make it in such a way that we did not go into debt and I was able to support my husband. I have already seen a change in his attitude toward me by the way I responded to him in this. It has been a real lesson for me. I see him much more open to spiritual things since I made this decision and supported him, even though I disagreed with it."

A pearl to string: Oz stated that God has made man and woman equal in His sight. Yet He has given each a different role to play in marriage. Husbands must answer to God for their leadership in the home. They will be judged for that leadership. When a wife submits to that leadership, God protects her from wrong decisions of that husband, although sometimes it may not appear that way at first. You can trust God to protect you in your decisions that are made in obedience to His Word.

The one who calls you is faithful and He will do it. 1 Thessalonians 5:24

Trusting in His Word,
Lyndi

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Heroes & Sheroes














The everyday folks loving their way through this life are my heroes & sheroes. The most gorgeous, attractive men on earth (which has nothing to do with their physical appearance) are the men I catch locked in that “love- eye” glance with their wife and children. Sweet talking, fast talker, oodles of words, big titles and great accomplishments are unimpressive to me. However, a man who treats his wife with tenderness, respect, is lovingly attentive to her and is daily involved with his children’s lives, oh that’s a very impressive guy. Now you top that off with his close walk and love of the Lord? HERO! Oh yes!

And who are my sheroes you wonder? Well it is hard to see them because they are in so many places throughout their day taking care of the needs of their family and extending their friendship to the community around them. They are loving, embracing, feeding, managing health, finances, cleaning, shopping, driving, serving, attending, giving in all directions and the only Prada they own is a picture in a magazine lying on the coffee table. They may or may not be organized, serve elaborate meals, make their own exquisite clothing line or have every hair in place but they are the heart of the family. My shero is a help-mate to her husband and a life teacher to her children and she serves the Lord by being His love to the hurting world around her. There are also about a gabillion Sheroes who are for whatever reason doing all this without a mate. Beautiful SHERO!

My heroes and sheroes don’t wear capes or fly or do anything in a single bound. Not one of them can stop a speeding bullet. So what does a present day hero or shero wear? Upon rising each morning they clothe themselves with compassion. They pull on kindness and humility. Their unhesitant response to others is to place the person’s interests before their own eliminating the possibility of resentment. They slip into shoes of gentleness, never leaving scuff marks of hurt or rejection on another person’s soul. They actively wear patience for it is not something a person has but rather something a person does. And the finishing touch is to wrap up in forgiveness and generosity buttoned down by love.

A pearl to string: “Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity”.
Colossians 3:12-14

Thank you Lord for the Heroes and Sheroes in my life,
Lyndi

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

IN MEMORY

Of Carrie & Matthew Oliver








And Jackie & Tennyson McCarty








Mothers and their sons who were loved and cherished. We miss you.

Shadows in the Light
by Robert Lavery

















The sunlight streams through my window.
It warms my skin but also brings comfort to my spirit.
It is never changing, always there.
At night the moon reminds me that the light has not gone
It will return in time, I must be patient.
As the moon comes and goes through the sky,
So does my life go on.
That life is never changing.
It continues through time.
I have had joy as bright as the sun.
I have had sorrow as dark as the new moon.
Yet the cycle continues.

At times in the dark of night.
When the moon is not in the sky.
I look into the flame of a candle.
In its light I see hope.
They are with me still those shadows of the past.
I hear their laughter,
I see their smiles,
But I long for the comfort of their embrace.

As the cycle of sun and moon continues.
So does my life, it continues.
I am not ready to join the shadows yet.
The sunlight streams through my window.
I lie in its warmth and dream of them.
Even in the light their shadows are around me.
I think of where my life is now.
The changes that have been wrought in me.
I still hear their laughter,
Still see their smiles,
And I know they are near me.

(excerpt from Love Lost: Love Found)
Shared by Dr. Gary Oliver
http://www.carrieshealth.com/updates.html

De-Seat De-Cup?

A story a friend sent along this past week really got me thinking about the things I have whole heartedly pursued along my life road. Through the years there were changes, growth, lessons to be learned and struggles that would realign my thinking as well as my activity. Some of those experiences I welcomed and….. some I treated like an ugly bug crawling up my leg. Freak–out! Prayed like crazy! See where your thoughts take you.

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. The conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - Porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive, and some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress."

"Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it's just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups...and then began eyeing each other. Now consider this: Life is the coffee and the jobs, houses, cars, things, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."


A pearl to string: In Matthew 6 we are encouraged to seek God first and our most important needs will be met. In Proverbs 1 we are advised to acquire a disciplined and prudent life, doing what is right and just and fair. In 1 Corinthians 13 we learn that love never fails and it is the greatest of all God made characteristics. I’ve learned that when my life is contained in the cupped hand of God I don’t spill out all over the floor. Learning to choose the right cup is joy.

Sipping with Jesus,
Lyndi